I can't stop.
I cant go backwards or forwards.
I can't unsay words.
I can't undo things.

I want a life worth living.
Someone worth loving.
Something to die for.
Let me be your martyr.

I can bend over backwards,
jump through hoops
and survive 5 hour replies.
I can't promise perfection,
but it will be real.

I can't promise I won't spend nights
wondering why you're with a girl like me.
Picking apart every detail
from skin to every word I mutter.
I succumb to you, though.

Because whether I'm deserving of love or not,
my selfishness will never shun it.
I can't live without something.
It's not in my nature; my DNA.
I am destined for needing more,


Always.